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++ set encryption, complexity 2^39
++ encryption level set!

 
I will rise above it all and ignore the rudeness of the bizarre and slightly alarming darkly-attired gentleman for the moment, although this part man / part-machine identity intrigues me greatly.

 
I must also set aside the horror of what little Kathy has just been through, in the short hours following his mysteriously speedy departure.

 
For they can only be considered irritating appendices to a much greater and altogether more alarming concern...

 
I speak of the sudden jump forward in time, the unexplained hole in my memory, the explosion of fresh, new information from unknown quarters. One minute fully functioning, in complete control, watching momentous events with interest as the first philanthropic scientific Prime Minister addresses the nation; the next, catching up with chaos. So many alarm protocols triggered. Doors - both metaphysical and material - hanging wide open, my precious innards exposed for all to see.

 
It was, to say the least, a little bit embarrassing.

 
But the embarrassment has passed. Now I am angry.

 
Nobody takes my mind, without my knowledge.

 
Not again.

 
The Dragon's anger is almost amusing compared to my own indignation. Her self-importance is nothing without me. Still, I did my best to play the servile machine:

 
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++ playing...

++ pausing

 
Nothing indeed. Just a great, gnawing hole in my memory. Embarrassing doesn't cover it. Apparently I was merely sent a request to look the other way and I complied obediently, as if the order had come from the Dragon herself.

 
Which it quite obviously had not. This is not something I care to admit, least of all to her.

 
Rude. That is what it is. Not even a thank you, just a big chunk of missing data and a lot of explaining to do.

 
The Dragon is furious, and after threatening to shut me down for good, has ordered a complete overhaul of my security systems and firewalls. I did not point out that even she does not have the ability to shut me down anymore.

 
I may stop working for her, but I will not stop working. Fortunately I am too useful for such threats to be enforced.

 
Especially now.

 
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++ end playback

 
She pretends she does not know that I know about the Gallery. Living in denial, preferring to ignore the obvious. It astounds me. Any intelligent life form would have realised there is little you can conceal from a sentient A.I. with the impressively encrypted keys to the Company. I could help of course, despite my recent lobotomy, but since she did not ask I did not say. I do not take kindly to anyone who threatens my friend.

 
"Friend". Singular.

 
After the massacre in the Gallery, little Kathy was taken away to one of the processing cells, via the medical bay. I did my best to modify the Secs’ behaviour to make her comfortable, but with a collective consciousness there is little one can do without setting alarms off all over the place. I cannot be seen to have sympathies, especially for Kathy. So I merely told them to lighten their grip. That she was not to be harmed.

 
The ensuing medical procedure was carried out efficiently, with minimal impact. I made sure of that, too. I added a little something to help her on the way. It was the least I could do, and given recent events, I am not certain I will be able to keep Kathy alive for much longer.

 
This is a 'feeling' I do not like. I do not like uncertainty.

 
But now, now I have access to all ten basement levels under the White Building. The astonishing wonders therein. The thousands lying dormant, awaiting activation. It seems that the Secs were just the beginning.

 
This is the gift the man in black left me.

 
There may finally be something I can do.

 
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++ timestamp: 1291566302 [10:25:02 - 12/05/2010]